Tonight I was pretty impressed with myself. Took both kids to swimming lessons, juggled 2 kids & myself in the change rooms, showering & changing whilst trying to avoid 2 kids & myself from stepping into a small poo that had conveniently been placed on the floor in the only spot left. Yes you read right...a poo. Last ones to leave the complex I try to walk to the car, kids decide lets run, dad screams walk repeatedly to death ears. Just as Im feeling good about myself and what a success the night has been, 3 more steps from the car my son Jack decides to slam his face into the asphalt & use his face as a cheese grater. Father is now in extreme distress, son hysterical, daughter in shock as we pick Jacks face off the floor, blood now pouring out like a scene out of Kill Bill, father now yelling at daughter for not listening, scrambling for tissues and resorting to using North Face puffy jacket as a mop, feeling helpless in a now deserted dark car park. Point of this story....well all you fathers out there step aside....with my consistent form Im clearly up for father of the year. To all you mothers that do this everyday ....yep you are all ace.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 10:39:48 +0000
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